I just want to be loved
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My body is burgundy blaze

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(Music interrupts this scribing simultaneously)

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Rerail: Signal on “I need cool air”

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Bed communism, the salt and thermocline

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Here the music starts announced
partitura and yelping through any
given pipe. You are allowed to enter
I may bite or clamp the exhaust
to a pressure of further draping.

Call it beauty in code, we know it as
lair, hibernation with shadows
which interrupt shadows, no
distinct appearing. Here we do without light.